If we could do nothing else, but dance
to kick the legs, the knees:

O, thrill of winds
O, flakes of airs
O, swinging waves!

- We give thanks and salute our spiralling rave -

Strange. Revealing. Luminous. Hidden.
Our human emerging.

Love is real.

© 2003. Excerpted from the book
For The Music In Our Hearts by Minerva T. Bloom
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